Dominate the entertainment industry: the wife and actress are not easy to mess with

Chapter 382

"It will start tomorrow." After finishing speaking, the man got up from the sofa and went upstairs.

Leaving the housekeeper with a puzzled face and her with a tangled face, will she really have to deal with mathematics every day in the future?Not only does she have to deal with mathematics every day, but she also has to face this facial paralysis every day?How can this be good?
Qiao Zimo felt very strange at this time, she was obviously unhappy on the surface, but she was faintly looking forward to it in her heart
As soon as the scene changed, it seemed that the next day or a few days later, the housekeeper saw a group of people whose faces could not be clearly seen moved all the tables.

In the dream, after eating, she was called to the small table in the man's study room to start doing math exercises. She looked at these densely packed numbers, one head two big, and she didn't know how to start.

Not to mention her in the dream, even the current her, looking at her gives me some headaches.

But she seemed to be afraid that the man would find out that she was not serious, so she drew and drew on the paper while sneaking a glance at the man from time to time.

She looked around and felt dizzy, what should I do?

The man was seriously processing the document, and soon after the man got up and walked to her side, he felt that he was not well, why?

Her draft book is completely full of ghosts, but a few basic topics are written in the exercises, and the man's is blank.

Frowning, the man picked up the stool next to her and sat behind her right, then said coldly, "What have you been doing for this hour?"

"Ah!" Ah, she has been immersed in the world of complaining about mathematics. She almost asked all the ancestors of mathematics. She didn't even know when the man sat next to her. The man's sudden opening scared her. screamed.Looking back, it turned out to be a man, so she patted her chest.

Then he looked at the man, and said coldly, "Don't tell me, you've been drawing this for an hour?" The man took her sketchbook from her side, raised the horrible sketchbook in his hand and looked at it. she.

"That. I. I don't know." She blushed and hesitated for a long time before saying these words. How could she write them if she couldn't even read the title?
The man looked at the exercise book she had taken, and pointed to the topic on it: "This can be done directly with the vertex formula of the quadratic parabola, why can't it be done?"

"How do I use that?" She blinked her big watery eyes and asked curiously.

When the man saw this scene, the blue veins in his temple couldn't help but twitch. The man rubbed his forehead with his hands and asked, "What is the vertex formula of a quadratic parabola?"

The man's aura was terrifying, and she had the illusion that the man was about to beat her up if she couldn't tell.

She looked at the man with a black face, thought for a while and said carefully: "y=a(x-x1)(x-x2)?"

"anything else?"

"What else? What else?" She felt that she had memorized everything she should have memorized, but she just couldn't use it.

"No more?" The man's face darkened again, and he looked at her coldly and asked.

"." She shrank her neck and didn't answer. She remembered that there was nothing else, but looking at the man, it seemed that there was something else.

"y=a(x-x1)(x-x2)^2 means square, and a is not equal to zero."

(End of this chapter)